"Do you see?
A _Scotsman!_ Today's date! And here--_Aberdeen Free Press_--same date!" "Well ?" asked Audrey.

"And what then ?" "What then ?" demanded Copplestone.

"Where are your powers of deduction?
Why, that shows that the _Pike_ was somewhere this morning where she could get the morning papers from Aberdeen and Edinburgh--therefore, she's been, as I suggested, somewhere on the Scotch coast all night.

It's now noon--she's a fast sailer--I guess she's been within sixty miles of us ever since she left us." "Isn't it more pertinent to speculate on where she'll be when we want to find her ?" asked Audrey.
"More pertinent still to wonder when somebody will come to find us," answered Copplestone as he shouldered one of the cases.

"However, there's a certain joy in uncertainty, so they say--we're tasting it." The joys of uncertainty, however, were not to endure.